TESTO DEL LIED

"Oh might those sighes and teares"di John Donne (1572-1631)

Oh might those sighes and teares return againe Into my breast and eyes, which I have spent, That I might in this holy discontent Mourne with some fruit, as I have mourn'd in vaine; In mine Idolatry what show'rs of rain Mine eyes did waste? What griefs my heart did rent? That sufferance was my sinne; now I repent 'Cause I did suffer, I must suffer paine. Th'hydroptique drunkard, and night scouting thief, The itchy lecher and self-tickling proud Have the remembrance of past joyes, for relief Of coming ills. To poore me is allow'd No ease; for long, yet vehement griefe hath been Th'effect and cause, the punishment and sinne.